album cover
CC
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór CC został wydany 3 kwietnia 2026 przez PBS Records jako część albumu Bending Reality - EP
album cover
Data wydania3 kwietnia 2026
WytwórniaPBS Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM62

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stt Laurentt
Stt Laurentt
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurent Formica
Laurent Formica
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prod.by.Storm
prod.by.Storm
Producer
Zach Kern
Zach Kern
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Ay, nahm saying
Baby, ride with the gang and we 10 deep
Nahm saying, ride with the gang and we 10 deep
She wanna, uh, nahm saying
She wanna fuck with my money not with me
Ride wit' a pack I might buy me some CC
She wanna fuck with my money not with me
I send out a Uber, I send out a Didi
Runners gon send me that pack for a quick fee
Ride with the gang and I'm pulling up 10 deep
Back from the Hilton I stayed in the top floor
I was attached to the bitch and I'm not now
Learning myself, can't be friends wit' a opp no
Yellin' at me, but you yell at yourself
Cussin' me out, you be cussin' your wealth
Chasin' the paper, you're chasin' your tail
I got the money, I'll tell you it's stale
Eight years doin' this shit, that's music
They try to ask for a hand out abuse it
Talk with the energy, fuck it I lose it
Fuck with me now, you gon' fuck with the movement
Cause I got pace, yeah I finished first, not last place
Felt bad, when I had to leave her that day
Drop case, pop on these drugs for no reason
Pop on these drugs I'm a demon, yeah
Try to feed the fam, they eatin, yeah
Don't bite the hand that be feedin, yeah
Cuss me out, bitch I'm a lead it, yeah
I been at this for some seasons, yeah
Ride wit' a pack I might buy me some CC
She wanna fuck with my money not with me
I send out a Uber, I send out a Didi
Runners gon send me that pack for a quick fee
Ride with the gang and I'm pulling up 10 deep
Back from the Hilton I stayed in the top floor
I was attached to the bitch and I'm not now
Learning myself, can't be friends wit' a opp no
Yellin' at me, but you yell at yourself
Cussin' me out, you be cussin' your wealth
Chasin' the paper, you're chasin' your tail
I got the money, I'll tell you it's stale
Eight years doin' this shit, that's music
They try to ask for a hand out abuse it
Talk with the energy, fuck it I lose it
Fuck with me now, you gon' fuck with the movement
I don't care now, they can't tear down
If they see what I built, they get ran down
I'm the one to go stick to the plan now
Never no plan B, no way around
In the UK, they saying it's sound
Call my mama, she say that she proud
Hit the city, I'm leavin' the town
Heartless, I don't wanna get found
When I pull out they sensing
No need to mention
Angel I'm up in the streets in the section
Demons be runnin' with me, don't mention
Any minute you can get popped in your head man
Ride wit' a pack, I might buy me some CC
She wanna fuck with my money not with me
I send out a Uber, I send out a Didi
Runners gon' send me that pack for a quick fee
Written by: Laurent Formica
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